, I don't. But if he's sick, there's hospitals.
Slathers of 'em. Hurray! There's the one that Dr. Winston is head of.
There's an emergency ward there and free ones--and it's the very
checker!"

Jack had ceased moaning and lay very still. So still that they were
both frightened and Dolly asked:

"How can we get him there, if they would take him in? He's terrible
heavy to carry."

Even dimly seen by the light of the flickering candle struck on the
floor, Dorothy thought the pose of superiority Robin now affected the
funniest thing, and was not offended when he answered with lofty
scorn:

"Carry him? I should say not. We couldn't and we won't. I'll just step
to the corner and ring up an ambulance. I know the name. You stay
here. I'll meet it when it comes and don't get scared when the gong
clangs to get out of the way."

Dorothy's own life in a southern city returned to her now and she
remembered some of its advantages which Robin had spoken of. So she
was not at all frightened when she heard the ambulance come into the
street beyond the alley, which was too narrow for it to enter, nor
when two men in hospital uniforms appeared at the door of the room.
They had lanterns and a stretcher and at once placed poor Jack upon it
and hurried away.

They needed not to ask questions for Robin had followed them and was
glibly explaining all he knew of the "case" and the rest which he had
guessed.

"Ate spoiled fish out of a garbage can, did he? So you think it's
ptomaine poisoning, do you Doctor Jack-o'-my-thumb? Well, I shouldn't
be surprised if your diagnosis is correct. Steady now, mate, this is
a--Hello! What's that?"

"That" proved to be Baal, returned to inquire what was being done to
his master by prodding the orderly's legs with his horns, so that the
stretcher nearly fell out of his hand.

Baal got his answer by way of a vicious kick which landed him out of
reach and permitted the men to carry their burden quickly away. Left
behind, the pair of young Samaritans stared for an instant at one
another, dismayed at their own delay.

It was Dorothy who came to a decision:

"We've done as bad as we could and as good. Seems awful queer how it
all happened. Now we must go home. Can we get a carriage anywhere and
would it take us back without any money to pay it? Would Miss
Tross-Kingdon pay it, do you think? The Bishop would but he's gone
traveling."

Leaving their candle still flickering on the floor they anxiously